Logan's Need

by Sloane Kennedy

  “Shit,” he said as he forced himself to remain calm and used one hand to fumble for his phone. He found the contact he wanted and hit the speed dial.

  “Yeah,” Dom said when he picked up.

  “I think someone’s following me and I don’t know where Cade is.”

  “It’s me behind you,” Dom snapped. “Go home.”

  Logan was caught off guard by both the fact that Dom was trailing him and at the other man’s enraged tone. What the fuck had died and crawled up his ass? Logan hung up the phone and turned on the street that would get him back to his place. Within minutes he was parked and throwing the door open. Dom had parked behind him, but wasn’t getting out of the car.

  “What’s going on?” he asked Dom through the open driver’s side window.

  “Nothing. Go inside.” The clipped, curt tone was really pissing Logan off.

  “Where’s Cade?”

  “He had another assignment,” Dom said, but he refused to make eye contact with Logan.

  “What kind of assignment?” Logan asked. Something wasn’t right about any of this.

  “The kind where he won’t be fucking the person he’s supposed to be watching,” Dom snapped.

  Logan reared back in surprise. “What?”

  Dom got out of the car, his big body drawn tight with fury. “I don’t pay him so he can fuck every tight ass that comes on to him!”

  “You think-” Logan began, the confusion just starting to clear.

  “I saw you last night! You play a good game Logan, but enough of the ‘I don’t like dick’ bullshit! Your cock looked happy enough last night while Cade was shoving his tongue down your throat.”

  Dom was nearly in his face as he raged at him. His own anger lit up like a brushfire and he found himself slamming Dom back against the side of his car. “Fuck you, Dom!” he yelled. “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

  “Then explain it to me!” Dom responded as he used his superior strength to turn them around and shove Logan back so that he was stuck between the cold metal of the car and Dom’s hot, seething body. “Did you give it up to him? Because I sure as hell know Cade doesn’t bottom for anyone. Of course, I never did either until I met you. Did he change his rules for you Logan? Did he let you fuck his ass?”

  “Get off of me,” Logan said stiffly as he tried to pull free of the bruising hold that Dom had on his arms.

  “You’re a piece of work, you know that? You don’t want me to treat you like a whore, but the second some good looking guy enters your orbit, you’re bending over for him like some street trash. I bet you don’t even know his fucking last name, do you? Did you at least get more than your usual rate for letting him ream your virgin ass?”

  Pain slashed through Logan at the cruel words and all his anger deflated as his insides turned numb. Dom must have sensed his surrender because he loosened his hold, then released him all together.

  “Logan,” he said softly, shame tainting his voice.

  “Don’t,” Logan said as he pushed past Dom and went around the car towards the bar and then disappeared into the stairwell. He was proud of himself for managing to hold it together long enough to crawl into his shower, but the second the water hit him, he sank to his ass and cried.

  ***

  Dom had followed Logan into the building far enough to make sure he got into the apartment okay, then crawled back to his car as the nausea rolled through him. Shame coursed through him as his own words rang in his ears. He’d let his jealousy get the best of him and that volcano of bullshit had come out of nowhere before he could stop it.

  A hard body slammed into him from behind and he found himself thrown onto the hood of his car. Instinct had him fighting back, but the body slam had knocked the wind from his lungs so his efforts were pathetic.

  “You piece of shit,” he heard Cade snarl as Cade released him and he slid to the ground. He waited for a blow or kick, but the enraged man stepped back and studied him as his hands searched his pockets. A cigarette appeared, then a lighter. Cade’s eyes never left Dom as he sucked in a long draw from the cancer stick. Dom drew in a couple of short breaths before forcing himself to stand.

  “I told you to stay away from him,” Dom said as he leaned back against the car for support.

  “Yeah big man, I got your text telling me I’ve got a new assignment,” Cade snapped. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Cade leaned back against the car. “The kid didn’t deserve that,” he said as he took another puff.

  Dom nearly laughed at the description of Logan as a kid. The guy was all man, nothing kid-like about him.

  “I didn’t pay you to fuck him,” Dom snapped, his rage building as he remembered the sight of Cade’s lips on Logan’s, his bigger body pressing Logan into the hard wood of the door.

  “Yeah, I heard what you told him…all of it,” Cade returned.

  Dom quieted. “I saw you guys last night. Outside his door.”

  Cade took in a deep breath, the cigarette dangling from his fingers for a moment before he dropped it on the ground and stubbed it out. “Yeah, I figured that was what happened when I got your text last night.”

  “I couldn’t find someone in time to relieve you last night so I figured I’d do it myself.” Jesus, did he really sound like a whiny kid? Dom forced himself to straighten, then said, “What you do with him on your time is your business.” He started back around to the driver’s side of the car.

  “He went to a gay club last night.”

  Dom stopped, a chill coursing through him. The idea of his Logan in one of those places…

  “Lot of guys were interested,” Cade commented casually. “He even let one get handsy with him. The moron actually thought the stiffy Logan was sporting was for him.”

  Dom wanted to shrink in on himself because hearing about other guys all over the man he wanted was making his ears bleed. It was bad enough to watch Logan with Cade, but to know he’d shopped around beforehand made it a hundred times worse.

  “None of my business,” Dom managed to force out as he pulled his door opened.

  “It is if that hard-on was for you.” Cade turned so he was looking at Dom over the top of the car. “Because it sure as hell wasn’t for me.”

  Dom sagged against the car and closed his eyes.

  “He’s got amazing lips. Smooth like silk,” Cade said.

  “Knock it off,” Dom ordered.

  “He wouldn’t let me taste him though. Wouldn’t open those pretty lips and let me in.”

  “Jesus,” Dom murmured as he felt his body harden at the memory of Logan’s mouth. If what Cade was saying was true, Dom was still the only man that had tasted that lush mouth, felt that slick tongue slide over his. He remembered the comment Logan had made about never kissing any of his customers.

  “He was trying to figure shit out, Dom. About you. About himself.” Cade straightened and drummed his fingers on the roof. “I thought he could use someone to talk to so I invited myself in.”

  Dom closed the door to his car and began pacing. He’d fucked up royally. Had taken a dig at the thing Logan was most sensitive about.

  “He’s pretty messed up about wanting you…especially since it hasn’t been long since Sylvie…” Cade’s words dropped off.

  Dom closed his eyes at the automatic agony that went through him at the sound of her name, but as sharp as it was, it didn’t linger as long as it usually did. Maybe because of the gut-wrenching pain he was feeling knowing that he’d probably just done irreparable damage to whatever his relationship with Logan was.

  “I miss her so much,” he began as he paced back in forth alongside his car. “But I also want him. I want him the way I always wanted her…maybe more,” he admitted as the shame went through him.

  “And you think you’re somehow betraying Sylvie?” Cade asked.

  “How can I be thinking of pleasure? I just lost her!” he asked desperately. “How can I have so little respect for her, for what we had?”

>   “Seeking comfort in the arms of someone else doesn’t mean you didn’t…don’t love your wife. Anyone who knows you knows the lengths you went for her – they’d never question your love or commitment to Sylvie. And she’d be the first person in line telling you to grab whatever pleasure out of life that you can.”

  That was true. Sylvie’s bucket list had proven that. They’d traveled endlessly to the far reaches of the world, done all the things she’d been too afraid to try before her death sentence, including a skydiving trip that even had him shaking with fear as he stepped out of that plane and watched the ground hurtle towards him. Nothing had been off limits because he wanted her to have everything. And she’d already proven that she wanted the same for him by bringing Logan into his life. And he’d gone and fucked it all up with cruel words meant to inflict the same amount of pain he’d been feeling for a betrayal that didn’t actually happen.

  “I won’t be able to fix this. The things I said,” Dom muttered.

  “Try,” was all Cade said and Dom saw him motion behind him. Dom looked up and sucked in a harsh breath when he saw Logan standing in one of the small windows watching them. He couldn’t make out his features, but he felt Logan’s eyes on him and a shudder of need went through his body. And then Logan was gone, the curtain falling back into place. The light turned off in the room – Logan’s bedroom probably – a minute later.

  “Will you keep an eye on things out here?” Dom asked as he hurried towards the building.

  Cade just nodded, then went towards his own car which was parked across the street, something Dom had been too preoccupied to even notice.

  Dom followed the stairs up to Logan’s apartment, then came to a halt when he saw the open front door. There was no damage to the door to suggest it had been forced open and he and Cade certainly would have been aware if Logan had been in trouble. That meant one thing – Logan had opened the door for him. Fear and anticipation warred with Dom as he entered the dark apartment and closed the door behind him. The sound of the lock engaging sounded like a cannon going off. His eyes adjusted quickly as he made his way to the bedroom. The door was open, but the light was off. It didn’t matter because he could see Logan’s outline as he sat on the bed facing the door. His head was down, his hands clasped together.

  Dom entered the room and stopped in front of Logan. He reached for the small lamp on the nightstand and flicked it on. The light was dim, but it was enough that Dom could see a couple of things. The hurt that still lingered in Logan’s huddled frame and the bottle of lube and a single condom that sat on the nightstand next to the clock.

  “Logan,” Dom whispered, but Logan shook his head.

  “I can’t stop,” Logan said as he raised his eyes. Dom felt like he’d been punched in the gut when he saw how red they were. “It’s wrong. You just lost Sylvie,” Logan murmured. “But I can’t stop wanting you.”

  Dom clenched his fists to keep them from reaching for the tormented young man. “Logan, those things I said-”

  Logan shook his head. “It doesn’t matter,” he said. “I don’t need apologies. I need to stop needing you,” Logan said harshly. “It consumes me,” he spit out. “I need you to make it stop.”

  Dom wanted so badly to take the pain away that he found himself stepping closer to Logan before he realized what he was doing. “It may not stop after one time, Logan. It hasn’t for me.”

  Logan stood so their bodies where just inches apart and whispered, “Please.” Dom gave up the fight and claimed Logan’s mouth. It had only been days since he’d last touched the other man, but it felt like years as the hunger slammed through him. Logan’s lips opened immediately and he slipped his tongue inside to explore the lushness and heat. He stroked every surface before he twined his tongue with Logan’s. Arms closed around him as the kiss was returned and then Logan was invading his mouth. He heard whimpers of need erupt in the quiet room, but he couldn’t be sure if they were Logan’s or his own.

  His hands skimmed over Logan’s muscular body as it tried to memorize each hard angle and plane. Lifting the back of Logan’s shirt, he let his fingers stroke over the soft skin of his lower back, then pushed his hands under the waistband of Logan’s sweats so he could palm his ass. He groaned at how tight it was and his cock grew uncomfortably hard within the confines of his pants. Logan’s hands were busy too as they held his head while Logan continued to plunder his mouth. The man was an expert at kissing and Dom gladly gave up control for the moment as Logan nipped at his lips, then soothed away the sting with his silky tongue. Nimble fingers were working the buttons of his dress shirt and seconds later long, thick fingers were petting his chest, exploring the texture of his nipples.

  Dom used his last shred of sanity to grab Logan by the face and force some distance between them. He ran his thumb over the wet, swollen lips, then gasped when Logan’s tongue darted out to lick the digit. Dom raised his eyes to Logan’s lust filled ones and managed to rasp, “I need you to be sure.”

  Logan nodded as Dom’s thumb continued to trace his mouth.

  “I need to hear the words. Say what you want.”

  “I want you to fuck me, Dom,” Logan whispered before opening his mouth in invitation. A thrill shot through Dom as he pushed his thick finger into Logan’s mouth and the man clamped down on it and sucked hard, his tongue stroking the tip.

  “Fuck,” Dom cried out as he replaced his finger with his tongue as Logan pushed the dress shirt from his shoulders. The younger man’s hands were everywhere, exploring each muscle and testing how his skin felt. Then Logan had his hands on Dom’s nearly bald head and Dom froze at the intimate caress.

  “I’ve been dreaming about this,” Logan said as he skimmed over the stubble of hair that had already started to grow. He forced Dom’s head down and placed kisses along the top and sides. Dom felt like he was going to explode so he grabbed Logan by the wrists and forced his arms over his head, then pulled the T-shirt he was wearing off. Before Logan could even lower his arms, Dom was kissing and licking his chest, skimming over the nipples. He paused briefly at the raised scar in the middle of Logan’s chest, then moved on and followed the trail of hair down past his muscled abdomen. He stroked the outline of Logan’s stiff cock through his sweats and smiled when he heard Logan moan. It took just seconds to drop to his knees and pull the sweats down, but instead of sucking Logan down like he had last time, Dom leaned back to study the flesh in front of him. He was long and curved, not quite as thick as Dom, and the purple head was already leaking fluid.

  Dom took a quick lick, then used his hands to test the weight of Logan’s balls.

  “Please,” Logan muttered as he tried to push his cock towards Dom’s mouth. Dom licked the head, then flicked his tongue over the ridge and followed the thick vein underneath down to the base. He did this several times as his fingers played with the soft patch of skin behind Logan’s balls.

  “Dom,” Logan growled in frustration as he put his hands on Dom’s head. Dom bit back a laugh and then sucked Logan in like he wanted him to. He forced his throat to relax as Logan automatically thrust his hips forward. “Yes,” he heard from above him as Logan held his head and began fucking his mouth. Dom accepted several hard plunges before he grabbed Logan’s hips to force him to stop. He looked up to make sure Logan was watching as he pulled up on a slow, agonizing stroke and let Logan’s dick fall from his lips. Logan’s mouth was open as he panted at the sight. Dom reached up and forced his middle finger into Logan’s mouth.

  “Get it really wet,” Dom said and Logan did as he was told. When he released the digit, he kept his eyes on Dom’s as Dom slid the soaking finger down between his ass cheeks and found the quivering hole that was waiting for him. Logan’s body reflexively tightened as Dom rubbed the slick fingertip over the wrinkly skin around the small opening. He pushed in slightly and heard Logan suck in a harsh breath.

  Dom closed his lips back around Logan’s length and then swallowed him. At Logan’s cry of pleasure, Dom pushed his fin
ger into Logan’s opening and felt the muscle give way under the incessant pressure.

  “Fuck!” Logan screamed as he began pushing back on Dom’s finger. Dom sucked him hard as he worked his finger in and out of Logan’s body.

  “Don’t make me come,” Logan said as he fumbled to pull Dom back up to him. Dom released him and carefully pulled his finger from Logan’s ass. The second he stood, Logan was kissing him and working the button and zipper on Dom’s pants. They fell to the floor with a swish and Logan released his lips only long enough to push the underwear down. He felt Logan’s hand close around his own aching length, but he knew he was too close to his own release to tolerate much so he forced Logan back several steps until he hit the bed. Then Dom was pushing his body onto the mattress as their cocks rubbed against each other.

  “Are you sure?” Dom asked as he pried his lips from Logan’s.

  “Yes, please,” Logan grunted as he continued to hump Dom’s pelvis.

  “It will be easier the first time if I take you from behind,” Dom said as he leaned back. He watched to make sure there was no fear or uncertainty in Logan’s eyes, then sighed in relief as the man sat up, turned over, and got into position, his beautiful ass on display.

  “Please Dom,” Logan said over his shoulder.

  Dom’s hands shook as he reached for the bottle of lube and he prayed that he wouldn’t fuck this up.

  ***

  Logan tried to concentrate on his breathing as he felt Dom’s thick, lubed fingers seek out his hole. He braced himself, expecting Dom to just plunge them in, but he didn’t. Instead, he brushed one that wasn’t lubed over the opening a couple of times, then the fingers disappeared. Large hands settled on his ass and separated the flesh. Cool air drifted over his anus and fear went through him that Dom hadn’t prepared him enough. Before he could protest, he felt something hot and slick brush his hole, then a shot of pure pleasure went through him as suction was applied.